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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
Oooooh la la!!
ReplyDeleteYes, he is quite beautiful, isn't he?
DeleteWow. Splendid portrait.
ReplyDeletethank you. it was taken on the sly.....i'm quite pleased with the result.
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